lyrics
You bring me your battles but I bet your bottom drawer, I been down that corridor before, duderino. So go get the scissors from the kitchen drawer, to cut your neckline an inch or two lower, but you mind yourself on that blade. Now she's shacked up with me because I make loads of money because I'm a commodity because I smell what's cooking. I smell what's cooking cos I got a foot in the fire, and my head is in the other oven, hell there's enough of them, said my head is in the other oven.
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PERFECT,
released October 14, 2013
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